(From All the Others – Available March 2027)
They came in silence.
No streaks of fire through the sky. No swirling portals or thunderclaps. Just a shiver in the fabric of space, barely enough to rustle the leaves of a nearby grove—and suddenly they were there. Light without flame. Thought without form. Possibility made visible.
The first to take projection was Amala.
She stepped lightly into the new dimension, folding her being into a small, glowing form—a gentle figure, four inches tall, winged like a hummingbird and lit from within. Her shape wasn’t real, not really. It was a projection, a useful convenience in a three-dimensional world. But it had enough stability to feel the breeze, to alight on a branch, to see the golden sun through leafy green.
She turned slowly, wings hovering just enough to lift her. All around her, other fairies were forming—bending themselves into shape to explore the strange new place. Some appeared as sparks, others as mist. One shimmered like a string of water droplets tumbling upward. But each had crossed the threshold into Dondavar with a shared urgency: This world was different.